Red,

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Town"WORKSix Years Old!Happiness...Red,Was the sun dying the clouds.rising above the roofs.

My brothers hair,Wrecking and running a muck,

Hiding, safe in the bushes,A flaming auburn mess.

Yellow,Was the daisies, smattering the pathsBeside my walk to school.

Daises, circling my sisters neck,

Her own golden chain.

BLUEWas the pen ink,

Stained everlastingly in my skin.

Hundreds of stories engraved.

The uniform.

the clear crisp, azure sky.LoveSuNdAy MoRnInGBROWNWas my mums eyes.

Always watching, loving.

Soft like warm melted chocolateon a summers dayWhite,

Were the clouds wisping away,

To be replaced

by the daunting ashen,Then the thick and dark.

The sky transforming Into the perfect storm.

Every morning

I hear Devlin screaming with laughter,

Just scraping out of mums grasp.

I feel mums heavy ugg boots,The steps shaking the housecoming for me next.I see Erin crouched, giggling in a corner.I can taste the bitter stingOn my tongue,Mums coffee lingering in the air. “Mum, why do you drink coffee?”Devlin yells out as I chuck him over my shoulder,

Into her car.Seat belt strapped in.Ready for the job she loves.I start wondering...Is she waiting in her car before it starts?

Thinking of the day ahead.

And loving it...Thank You For Listening!We hold hands.Breathing deeply, shaking.

We jump form the top of the bridge,

Limbs flailing everywhere,

Squeals of glee in the air.We slam into the lake ,

Full speed from our height.

Our skin tingles, numbedBy the slap of the glassy water.

The lake is warm.We laugh,Happy and free.

Sitting on the railing

Under the bridge.

Our place.

Sun warming our necks, Grins proclaiming ourAdventure on our faces.

We talk and laugh about everything,Anything,It doesn’t matter.

We look belowAnd smile,

Daring each other.I wake. It’s dark. Middle of the night.

The phone ringing

Her voice down the line.

Is she crying?Or laughing?“Elly?”I’m by her side.

I know that feeling,Know what she means,Know what she leaves out.

I’m listening

To her story.Lying on our backsOn the warm, rough carpet,

Or in the tree in the back paddock,

The limber lean branchesSwaying,

I Keep listening.She stops for air and I think she’s done. She’s finished her story.

We could be rolling andLaughing until our stomachs ache,Or we look up, we take it all in.A love lost?We both cry,And wonder how this could’ve happened.

I breathe deeply,I can’t help it,And reach out into the light

Smattering of lime, lively leavesIn the bracken.I tug one freeFrom its home,To wipe away her tears.

Was he worth it?

We talk,Her speech dripping with desperation.I make her laugh and fix it all,For now.She stops sobbing.The carpet, the tree,Or both kilometres apart,Clinging to the phone. Where else would we be?I shudder and smile at her.

Darkness our friend in our place.

Everyone deserves a best friend.

No inhibitions,No judgement,No fear of rejection.

It wont matter.Because someone loves youI was hungry and ready to go!

Eager, at the age of six.

I was sick, already, of the city,The fights,The nights that didn’t end,

Mum calling for me to come inside.

I was sick of Erin’s crying day in,Day out.

How many more tears could she have!?

I was six years old when we moved.Left my friends and my life behind,No harsh feelings.

I was happy,happy beyond anything I knew.

Left the crowded houses,

Left the hot south desert.

Dad bought me 5 sheep.

Told me they were mine,

Told me this was home :)

All ours. The Wannon falls rolling. The river risingAnd sinking.The storms were random,Thrilling.